Chapter 166： Everything will go back to the original point (please subscribe)

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Chapter 166 Everything will return to the original point (seeking subscription)

Cumbes watched out the window as those inspected formed labor teams to rebuild their homes.

When the car carrying Quimbis passed by, they had smiles on their faces, and officials in Ultramar uniforms were distributing food to them, and even willing to communicate with them.

This is a very rare thing.

A glimmer of hope could not help but emerge in the heart of Cumbis. Perhaps the arrival of the imperial regent has really brought some good changes.

Some changes that can brighten up my poor miserable life.

Quimbis raised his head, imagining that he might be able to leave this hive in the future and visit other worlds of the empire.

His grandparents, his fathers were all trapped in this hive.

I have never seen the scenery outside, let alone been to other worlds.

Not even the nearest moon has been visited.

For generations, they don't even know what the outside of the nest is like.

If there are no accidents, his descendants will have the same fate.

Quinbys is a little desperate for such a life, maybe the arrival of the Primarch can change some things.

A large number of public vehicles will divert those survivors who have been checked to various places.

The living quarters of Quimbice are allocated on seven floors.

Divided according to the top, middle and bottom of hive buildings.

The seventh floor is the bottom layer inside a bottom layer.

Terra's hive city is messy and multi-layered, and it is a very complicated place.

The nobles live on the upper floors, the rich merchants and managers live on the middle floors, and the workers who have nothing live on the bottom floors.

At the bottom of the hive capital, there are many fringe groups who are unwilling to obey the orders of the empire.

The bureaucracy is also indifferent to this.

After all, spending so much manpower and material resources to deal with those things under the hive capital is not worth the candle.

It’s better to leave it to those gangs to manage it, and only need to pay a certain fee on time.

Quinbys felt a little resentful about this, but he knew that he was powerless to resist.

The authority of the empire is above everything else, and the people can only choose to obey.

Even if the order of the empire is full of injustice, you have to grit your teeth and endure it.

Any form of resistance will be regarded as a betrayal of the empire, which will lead to the strangling of the Ministry of Justice.

Two hours later.

"Come on down, scum."

As the public vehicle came to a stop, a man in the uniform of Terra's Legal Department shouted from outside the vehicle's door.

He held a crackling electric baton in his hand, and his tone was very harsh.

The public vehicle put all the passengers down, and then left.

Kimbis looked at the surrounding environment. This should be a residential area of ​​a factory.

The air is very dirty, mixed with the smell of burning something.

"Queue up, get the tools and start today's work, don't waste any time."

The man from the legal department frowned and said in a bad tone.

"Shouldn't we have a meal? When they came, they said that the meal will be settled by their labor team." Cumbis raised his hand and asked puzzled.

Along the way, he saw that many labor teams had a meal first and took a rest.

How come I have to work when I come up.

Hearing this, the man from the legal department frowned.

It seems that what Cumbis said seriously challenged his majesty.

He stepped over and raised the electric baton in his hand.

"You talk a lot, don't you? Are you a traitor? Talk so much?"

"My lord, I'm just starving." Cumbis said softly, a little afraid of the other party's identity and the electric baton in his hand.

The man kicked Cumbis, causing him to fall to the ground.

"The others didn't speak, just you. Be honest, or you will die. Finish the work here as soon as possible, and let me go back to have fun earlier, or you will all starve to death here."

These words are very vicious, and the man has no cover up.

For a man like him, there is no need for any kindness towards these idiots.

He was born to enslave these fools.

His grandparents worked in the legal department, his parents worked in the legal department, and now he also works in the legal department.

If there is no accident, his children and grandchildren will work in the legal department.

Every life here will be stepped on by his family.

Those stupid fellow expedition fleets say to be fair and gentle with these people.

Are these people worthy?

These people have been working hard all their lives.

Labor and management stand on their heads to show off their might, and my son will stand on their sons to show off his might in the future.

These trash dare to resist?

Kill them if they dare to resist, and shoot them with a laser gun.

Hearing the man's vicious and domineering words, everyone showed a trace of despair.

But seeing the uniform on the other side, they still chose to endure.

Any resistance will not have good results.

"We just wanted something to eat," a child whispered. "We've been tired all day and really hungry."

The man in the uniform of Terra's Legal Department stood up, scanned around, and saw the talking child.

It was a girl, only about eleven or twelve years old, skinny, and looked malnourished at first glance.

The man walked up and slapped the girl hard.

That look is extremely brave, like a **** of war alive, I am afraid that the devil will tremble when he sees it.

The clear voice resounded through everyone's ears.

The girl's face suddenly became red and swollen, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

The man showed no mercy, and slapped a little girl with all his might.

Beat the poor little guy so dizzy that his ears were buzzing.

"What qualifications do you have to bargain for **** like you? It's a gift from the emperor that you survived. If you don't work hard, you are still talking nonsense here. Believe it or not, I will immediately call the troops to deal with you as heretics. A group of people Garbage deserves a bargain. By the Emperor, get to work, or it will all be treated as treason."

The man withdrew his slap and looked at those people fiercely, with mockery and malice in his eyes.

To be honest, he felt that he lost his reputation when beating these people.

It's really cheap, can't you be obedient?

You have to force yourself to do it yourself.

People dare not look into the eyes of the man, for fear that they will be the next one to be beaten.

This little official of the Ministry of Justice is already an unshakable mountain for them.

You need to know the back of the other party, but the entire empire, there are countless star troops and emperor angels, as well as those **** machines that can release the power of destruction.

Confrontation with the opponent will not do any good, it will only bring endless trouble and death to oneself.

Once declared a traitor, the empire will send many powerful troops to hunt down until there is no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go to earth.

Quinbys stopped talking, he received a pickaxe, and started to work.

The same is true for other people. Under the men's threatening eyes, they can only choose to endure silently.

Suffering never passes away.

What is the difference between demons and bureaucrats who think they are superior?

One is **** and the other is hell.

Cumbis looked up at the hanging portrait of the imperial regent, showing an ugly sarcasm expression, and then continued to work with the pickaxe in his hand.

Tara, in the vast hall of the Imperial Senate.

Guilliman paced back and forth, he was quickly digesting the information he got from those bottom-level mouths.

Degenerate, corrupt, greedy, human language can hardly describe the crimes of Terra bureaucracy.

Those low-level officials are no longer his father's loyal servants, but blood-sucking worms, vultures devouring carrion one by one.

They imposed countless sufferings on the people of the empire, making them overwhelmed, as if they were living in hell.

“We’ve been on the wrong track.”

Guilliman looked at Marshal Varanor, who was at the side, and said.

"They are too cowardly to bear these sufferings." said Varano, who had just received treatment.

"No, you are wrong, Marshal. We exist to protect them, not to oppress them. We cannot turn the place we guard into a **** in order to fight another hell." Guilliman said, "Your Master, my father once said so. We brought reason and science to them, so that they can live happily in the shelter of the empire, and now everything is messed up."

When it comes to the people he serves, Valanor no longer opens his mouth to refute.

He lived in a time when the Emperor had spoken no more.

The Ten Thousand Husbands are still loyal.

But they no longer have access to the Emperor's enlightenment like their predecessors in the First Generation.

There are very few human beings who can live for 10,000 years.

Even the Imperial Army couldn’t live that long.

They live longer than ordinary people, and some of them can live for thousands of years.

Kanfu Regiment has very clear regulations, that is, only accept the service of the imperial guards who are at the peak of their bodies.

Once the physical functions of the imperial guards decline, they will be retired directly to do other work.

The Wanfu will choose the next successor to fill the vacancy.

The selection of the forbidden army is very strict.

Before they had any knowledge of this world, they began to undergo biochemical transformation.

Every forbidden army will receive countless enhancements to ensure that they will achieve the best in all aspects.

Waiting for the right opportunity, they will take the place of their predecessors and continue to perform the duty of protecting the Emperor.

Those retired Forbidden Army will shed their golden armor and be active in various parts of the empire.

In the depths of the underground palace of the imperial palace and everywhere in the galaxy.

They are still performing some unknown secret missions.

They didn't know the real purpose of those missions, they only knew that it was the final arrangement of the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne.

Valanor did not live in the time when the Emperor was still walking in the world, and many of his teachings to the Emperor can only be learned from the notes and diaries left by his predecessors.

Guilliman, as the Primarch, once fought alongside the Emperor.

He said it was the Emperor who said it, but Valanor really couldn't find any excuse to refute it.

You can’t ask the Emperor!

Valanor could only acquiesce, not daring to refute what his lord had said.

"Then what are you going to do? The empire is in a state of ruins and needs a lot of talents. If we rebuild a system, the turmoil and consequences it will cause are unbearable for us." Valano said, "We can move forward slowly. , slowly use the talents at hand to replace those who are unwilling to obey, and slowly transition."

"It's too slow to do that, and humans don't have that much time. We have to bear the consequences, and we can't break anything." Guilliman was very firm, "The bureaucratic rectification of Terra will soon be on the agenda, and the mess will be cut quickly. , I don’t want the Imperial Army to be my obstacle.”

Guilliman paced back and forth, "I will start with the High Lords Council. Even if the empire's vitality will be severely damaged, it will be able to recover its health, re-accumulate its strength, and fight against our great enemy."

"We only serve him." Valanor said, "and the nobles of Terra are very involved, and have relations with all star regions of the entire empire."

The High Lords Council has led the Human Empire for 10,000 years. Valanor feels that this system just needs to be improved, and there is no need to completely ban it.

Once Guilliman's plan goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will cause violent turmoil.

"My will is His will. Have you been received by Him? No, no, only I have been received by Him and can communicate with Him." Guilliman said.

Valano wanted to say something else.

At this moment, a personal guard of Glory walked in and knelt in front of Guilliman.

"My lord, a Cadia general wants to see you. He said about the Imperial Chancellor. There is new evidence that the Imperial Chancellor was not killed by mobs. He died at the hands of the Empire's own people."

Guilliman was stunned, and so was Valano.

Assassination of high-level leaders of the empire, such things only happen in the era of beast wars and apostasy.

During the Beast War, Van Gerich murdered other supreme lords, took control of the power of the empire, and formed a dictatorship.

was finally killed by the returned Empire Commander Theon.

The second is the age of apostasy, also known as the **** age. Pope Van Dier took control of the State Church and the Ministry of the Interior. He gained a dictatorship by assassination, and was finally terminated by the Black Templar.

These two eras have clear records of the assassination of high-level empires.

After that, the empire began to take strict precautions against such incidents.

Take strict protection measures for those imperial personnel in high positions.

At the same time, important units such as the Assassin Court and Trial Court issued warnings several times not to allow assassination games among high-level officials.

Once discovered, they will be punished as betraying the emperor and attempting to become a dictator.

Assassinate the Reich Chancellor.

Such a crime has already touched the bottom line.

"Let him in," Guilliman said.

Valano remained silent, if the news brought by the Cadia general is true.

Natera will usher in a storm of reform, no one can escape.

Primarchs will be cleaned, top to bottom, without exception.

Glory's personal guard got up and walked out.

After a while, a man walked in, wearing a Cadia military uniform, his resolute face full of vicissitudes of time showed anxiety and uneasiness.

It was Haster who came.

The Primarch's personal guard told him that the Primarch would like to receive him.

But there was not much time, he had to make a long story short, and tell the whole thing to the point.

"Hast? Are you saying that Tyrian was not killed by mobs?" Guilliman saw the Cadia general, searched through his memory, and got all the information about him.

Hastur surrendered to the expedition fleet on the planet Beta-Garmon 5.

This guy also put a large number of generals under house arrest, paralyzed the chain of command of the empire, and allowed the expeditionary fleet to win without firing a single shot.

Guilliman's memory is very good. Even if he has a lot of work, he can still remember those good generals with a little brain.

"Yes, my lord." Haster was a little apprehensive, he knew what kind of disturbance his words would cause.

But for Tyrian, for his friend, he decided to go all out.

Must seek justice for Tyrian.

"This is the memory information extracted from the mind of an old servant of the Imperial Prime Minister-Tirion's mansion, my lord."

Hast handed over a memory, which contained the memory of the old man read by the reader.

Guilliman took a look at the memory, and then put it into the holographic player in the hall.

The screen played made Valanor no longer have the idea of ​​supporting the High Lords Council.

Valanor had only one thought in his mind, and that was that the high lords were crazy.

In the video, Irtu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, led the dead and slaughtered every life in the Prime Minister's Office.

He also personally injected neurotoxin into the Prime Minister of the Empire, Tyrian, destroyed all video equipment, and walked away.

And all this was seen by an old servant who narrowly escaped death.

Without this variable, no one would have thought that such a huge secret was hidden behind Tyrian's death.

This plan is so seamless.

Everything is used very cleverly.

After the killing, those guys used the name of military mobilization to withdraw the defense forces.

Secretly helping those crazy thugs break into the Prime Minister's Office and destroy all evidence of their actions.

Let everything die without proof.

Guilliman was silent for a moment, then looked at Haster, "Who else has seen this?"

"Only the technical priest in charge of reading and I have seen it, Lord Regent." Haster said.

"Then we have to prepare a gift for those guys. I will sign an authorization document for you. You go to investigate the transfer of troops during that time and find out how many high lords were involved in this matter. Yiertu It is impossible for one person to do this, he dare not, and he does not have that much energy to mobilize those troops who love Tyrian to leave."

"There must be other people involved, even people from the military. Only they can transfer the army past the Imperial Prime Minister."

While speaking, Guilliman took out his own seal, signed his name on an order document, and then stamped his biological seal.

Hast smiled, and left with the paperwork to investigate how much trickery was behind Tyrian's death.

He swore secretly that as long as Tyrian's death was involved, he would investigate to the end.

Guilliman watched the Cardian general leave, and then set his sights on Marshal Valano.

"As you can see, the high lord parliamentary system has been corrupted. It must be changed and reshaped, otherwise we will all suffer from its poison."

Valano remained silent.

Guilliman continued, "Some old regulations have reached the point where they need to be changed. The Imperial Guards shouldn't hide behind high walls and turn a blind eye to the empire. That would only lead to countless disasters. This time, the Blood God The offensive is a warning, if you can't keep the disaster out of the solar system, then you can't keep the high walls of the palace."

"This is just an accident. It has only happened once in 10,000 years. It is not the norm." Valanor tried to justify something for the Wanfu group.

But Guilliman interrupted him again, "Wars are never the norm. This time, we blocked them. What about the next time? Who knows if the next accident will happen, we need to attack. The best in the world Defense is offense, and we must be ready for war with the Warp."

"Of course, you will think that I am delusional. You think that your master has not been able to confront the subspace head-on. What qualifications does a primarch have to say such a thing, but I am sorry, I have such qualifications. In the formal confrontation with the subspace Before the space, I have to organize the human empire, so that I can attack the subspace, and in order to achieve this goal, the imperial army must obey me."

"We only obey Him." Varanor was somewhat dissatisfied with Guilliman's statement that he must obey.

After the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago, the Custodians no longer trusted any Space Marines.

Any contact will be guaranteed within a safe distance to ensure that you have the reaction time to kill the opponent.

Now, a Primarch asking the Ten Thousand to obey him is ridiculous.

"My words are His words, Valano. You were born for a better vision, but unfortunately that future did not materialize, so now you have to do something else." Guilliman said, "You We have to send someone to Pluto to protect a few people and catch a few assassins, maybe we will have unexpected surprises."

Valanor looked at the primarch, and from the gaze of the other party, he knew that he had no choice but to obey.

"I understand." He nodded, got up, and walked out.

Chaos of disorder, an eternal place without past and future.

There is only endless war here.

The crimson cloud exudes a pungent **** smell, roaring and drifting across the battlefield reaching the horizon.

Occasionally, there are mountains on the Crimson Plain, which are steep and rugged. When you look closely, they are all melted by sharp knives and axes, full of cold killing and war atmosphere.

The vast plains are full of armor and blades with broken bones.

Blood pooled into small rivers and flowed into huge lakes.

Everything here is about war.

Even those rare animals and plants carry the anger and killing intent to destroy everything.

This is the domain of Blood God Khorne.

The domain of the blood **** is also completely different from that of other Chaos gods.

In its domain, there is only fighting, only fighting, only bloodshed.

The blood **** only worships violence, and there is only war, anger and killing in his immortal heart.

Its domain fully reveals its heart and characteristics.

An endless scorched earth plain stained red with blood, only blood, only war.

Everywhere, unprecedented huge wars are taking place.

In this eternal conflict, there are times when servants of the Blood God go head to head with each other, fighting to the death to please their masters.

Sometimes it is the invasion of the servants of the hostile Chaos God, and the servants of the Blood God rose up to resist.

Blood God-Khorne doesn't care what the reason is, as long as it brings war and bloodshed.

It just asks to be able to fight well.

The blood-red plain is littered with bones.

In some places, even piled up.

On the scarlet plain, the stars are densely covered with huge, naturally formed deep pits.

Every once in a while, the roaring horn will be sounded.

A streak of blood emerged, and the warriors driven by anger and killing reappeared here.

There is no communication, the only thing they do is raise their arms and kill each other under the scarlet sky.

Each pit will only have one surviving warrior.

That warrior will be given the boon, regaining the form of action.

Blood God is a very fair god, it likes blood and fighting.

There is no inside story, no privileges, everything depends on strength.

As long as there is a fierce and outstanding battle, it will pay attention and give blessings to the victor.

It never cared who was bleeding.

Whether it is an enemy or a servant, it is the same for it.

It despises the weak and those who are greedy for enjoyment, and even more disdains those existences who can only play tricks.

The arena is the place where demons and believers who were defeated and killed in the real universe are reborn.

They have to fight in the arena until they get the first place.

to be able to be reborn again.

Otherwise, you will have to fight in the arena until eternity.

In a scarlet pit, Angron let out a roaring roar.

His twin axes were burning, raging black flames wrapped around him, making him look like a world-destroying demon god, and his unquenchable fighting spirit made his opponents timid.

Below his feet are piles of corpses. Those are the enemies he killed. He tore them apart with the cruelest means and became a stepping stone for himself to reappear in the world.

The last bloodthirsty monster fell, and Angron climbed to the edge of the pit with the help of the other's corpse, obtained a new body, and reappeared in the world.

Looking around the scarlet plateau, Angron immediately saw the towering and majestic brass fortress.

The Brass Fortress sits at the heart of Khorne's **** realm.

At the highest point of the fortress, is the brass throne of Khorne, the blood god.

It sits on it, overlooking the fighting in the gladiatorial arena, blessing those who please it.

The size of the fortress is unimaginable for ordinary life, and it is endless, and the stars are just its small embellishments.

The existence of the fortress is also the best proof of the power of God of War.

It is invincible.

The great walls of the fortress were blood-stained, and the spikes of the tower's domes pierced the **** clouds that spewed from Khorne's foundries.

Beyond the city walls, braziers blazing beneath iron hooks illuminate the surrounding Crimson Plains.

The walls of the fortress are like blades, with countless steel tripods and brutal steel nails attached to it.

These dreadful things are hung with cowardly warriors who have lost their battle in the pit of fear and dare not continue to fight.

They were tied up, their skins were peeled off, and blood flowed down the terrifying and twisted city walls, converging into the moat of the brass fortress.

It is even more terrifying inside the city walls.

When the Blood Legion is no longer killing all directions in the Skulllands or the real universe, the Brass Fortress is the best place for them to pour out their endless rage.

There are no unspoken rules in the field of blood gods. They don't look at favors or past achievements.

Even the Great Demon of Khorne needs to fight constantly in order to stabilize his position and receive the blessing of the Blood God.

Regardless of status, it is impossible for any servant of Khorne to receive gratuitous blessings.

They must fight and shed blood to earn their place.

The center of the fortress is a mountain made of skulls.

This is a sacrifice made by the followers of Khorne.

With every killing of the Blood Legion, this huge mountain of skulls is slowly rising.

At the top of the Skull Mountain is the exclusive brass throne of Khorne.

It sat on it, watching every gladiatorial fight in the blood-red wilderness, watching the fighting in the brass fortress, watching every fighting in the real universe.

Select those worthy of attention and guide them on the road of blood.

It saw Angron climb out of the gladiatorial pit, a place that had never been able to trap him.

Every time he is killed in the real universe, he can be resurrected quickly with the help of the deep pit.

In the old days, he would have set off for the Brass Keep to unleash his eternal rage.

But this time, he didn't.

Blood God watched him, wanting to see what his beloved was going to do.

Angron could feel the blood god's gaze, but he didn't care. He just kept roaring, venting his endless anger.

"You are just a coward, Angron. You only dare to swing your ax at those ordinary people. You can only bully them. You don't even have the courage to fight against the emperor and the blood god. You will only be powerless and furious, Angron Ron. Lorgar has fooled you, driven your fellow gladiators as slaves, and you dare not say anything, dare not do anything."

Guilliman's voice seemed to have magical powers, and it kept echoing in his mind, again and again, torturing him to the point of going crazy.

Angron looked towards the direction of the brass throne, full of anger, but he still turned and walked away.

Facing the invincible Blood God, Angron felt that maybe he should liquidate other people who had betrayed him first.

"Lorgar."

Angron let out an angry growl, and walked in another direction of the Chaos Realm.

Lorgar had lied to him.

Became a slave of the blood **** and lost all sanity, Angron could bear such a fate.

But he will never allow Nukelia's gladiator soul to become a slave.

They died with free will.

Then they should be free.

He will never allow anyone to profane this.

This is the most sacred thing in his heart and what he wants to protect the most.

Angron felt endless anger rising in his heart, and he was going to find Lorgar.

If the other party really enslaves Nukelia's gladiator soul, Angron will let him know how the nobles in Nukelia felt before they died.

He'll tear that **** apart bit by bit.

Use your own eternal life to find the opponent constantly, chop down the opponent time and time again, and then tear the opponent's body little by little.

Until the opponent collapses and is no longer willing to resurrect.

Blood God watched Angron leave with his omnipresent eyes.

The Eye of Khorne was able to see everything that happened at the same time, and it didn't say anything about Angron's departure.

The blood of another Demon Primarch is also worth looking forward to.

Bleed.

No matter who streams.

The victor will be blessed.

The Chief of the High Lords Council, Iltu, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was wearing a handcrafted luxurious robe and sat at the head of a long table.

He summoned the Pope, the head of the Ministry of Justice, and several other important high lords to gather in his private residence to discuss future political changes.

It was a very luxurious mansion, with gardens, fountains, sculptures, and various entertainment facilities.

It also occupies a large area.

Just one garden covers an area of ​​tens of acres, planted with precious flowers from all over the galaxy.

Luxurious manor is a symbol of status and wealth.

Ordinary people can't even afford a handful of soil in the garden of a mansion for a lifetime.

You must know that all these soils are transported from the original places of those flowers.

How many people in Terra have never left Terra in their entire lives, how can they imagine the cost of transporting the soil to Terra, and how much energy is needed to let the prosecutors along the way let go.

Behind Yiertu is a top family.

Before he became high lord, his family had already controlled hundreds of galaxies and political tentacles extended to several star regions.

It was his huge family power that helped him ascend to the position of high lord in one fell swoop.

Irtu is not shy about displaying family wealth.

The elite of the empire should have enjoyed more.

Get more than the stupid and worthless bottom.

In this world, the fate of people is doomed.

The children of workers are destined to work.

The children of slaves are destined to be slaves.

For a person like him who has a superior background and has inherited it from generation to generation, he should rule the empire.

Only with such rules can the empire prosper and prosper.

Irtu is quite proud of the achievements he has made since he became the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The empire was prosperous and prosperous, and the imperial army swept all directions, pacifying many alien races.

The people of the empire live and work in peace and contentment, and everyone is singing the praises of the emperor.

Isn’t this called the prosperous age? ?

Think about 10,000 years ago, when human beings had no empires, in the evil long night era, those people couldn't even eat, that was tragic.

Looking at the people of the empire now, they are really happy.

Although they have to work more than ten hours a day, all year round, those guys can already eat enough, and the empire will allocate houses to them. Isn't that grateful to Dade? ?

Without the fall of Cadia Fortress, Yiertu felt that he would be able to hand in a satisfactory answer and make his career as a high lord perfect.

As for some thorny elements who don't know how to be grateful and don't know how to serve the emperor well, Yiertu chooses to ignore those people.

Complain about too few credits earned from labor? ?

Complaining that he couldn't leave Terra to see other worlds in his life? ?

Complaining that my life is spent like a puppet!

Listen, is this human language? ?

Under the glory of the Emperor, to say such words of ignorance is really a disgrace to the Empire.

There is no virtue of hard work and hard work.

Thinking about enjoyment every day is not a qualified imperial citizen.

The trial court should arrest all those who maliciously refuse to accept low wages, overtime, and elite rule, and convict one of them for treason to the empire, and execute them all.

To serve as an example.

The location of the secret meeting was chosen in an old sanctuary in the mansion that enshrined the holy relics of the state religion.

A huge log table is placed here.

The most powerful people in the empire once sat here.

For ten thousand years the Empire was ruled by a single body of twelve men and women.

Throughout the ages, the High Lords of Terra have been responsible for making all major decisions of the Empire.

The world always scolds the incompetence and inefficiency of the High Lords Council.

It cannot be denied that the Council of the High Lords has guided humanity through many trials and challenges.

In the past, there was no power stronger than the High Lords Council at the political level of Terra.

Sadly, everything is different now.

Guilliman is back, re-emerging as Regent of the Empire, taking all power from the High Lords Council.

"We have to find a way to retreat as safely as possible." Yiertu whispered, "If possible, support our conservatives as much as possible, or those who can be influenced by us to go up and occupy the high lord seats in parliament."

After the incident in the Beta-Galmon galaxy, Yiertu and others knew very well that their political career was dead.

Once the primarchs are done with the demonic invasion, they will deal with them.

What they have to do now is to find a way to keep their dignity in the end, so that they can spend their old age in peace.

They generally don't think Guilliman will directly cancel the High Lords Council

But the empire has great inertia. After all, the empire has been ruled by high lords for thousands of years.

And the Battle of Beta-Garmon didn't take place in a single battle.

This also proves that all parties in the empire generally do not want a large-scale civil strife or civil war to break out.

The High Lords have lost everything, but they are still titular acting rulers of the Empire.

This system was initiated by the Emperor and left behind by Guilliman.

Banning the High Lords Council will hurt the prestige of the Primarch and damage the imperial system.

Plus the high lord is not a separate entity.

The twelve high lords represent twelve forces that can determine the future of the empire.

People like Yiertu were just pushed out as spokespersons.

Dissolution of the High Lords Conference means breaking the balance of the twelve forces and breaking the basic system of the empire.

It’s like the United States of America, which claims to be a democratic country, is suddenly declared by a certain family that this country will be dictatorship by them.

It was really a big storm.

"There's not much he can do. At most, we plead guilty, and then justify it, saying that it was a misunderstanding caused by our excessive tension. At most, we will lose our official position and be imprisoned. According to unspoken rules, other people must have to die. us."

Said Danda, the representative of the merchant.

"The best way now is this. Someone must be responsible for the Beta-Galmon galaxy. We all took over and gave the Primarch an explanation. It is impossible for him to deal with such a large Terra bureaucracy. Do it, after all, once you do it, the entire empire may be paralyzed, and the final outcome is nothing more than us being handed over, and the forces behind it will pledge their allegiance to the Primarch in exchange for forgiveness."

Draco, the head of the legal department, also spoke.

"The people who support us are no longer possible. Guilliman will not let us succeed. He will be on guard against us for a long time in the future. My opinion is not to interfere with those things. Wait for a while, wait for the original The Primarch left Terra, and then slowly regained its previous influence.” Admiral Mereda said, “We have to pay a price to satisfy the Primarch. We can’t ask too much. We will not be expelled from the political circle, as long as we can still interfere in the political circle, we still have a chance to start over."

"Guilliman wants to change everything, but he is doomed to fail. No matter how good the original intention is, power will be bound by the chain of interests in the end, and it will return to the original point, becoming a game of being kidnapped by the family and the interest team. Bad money drives out good money. The true meaning of political games, we just need to wait patiently, there is no need to be too anxious."

(end of this chapter)